Cliché: Charge my head, not my heart

It's Not You, It's me

You don't get it..
And I guess that's a me problem
I know it..
I show it with my unresponsiveness;
My lack of love language learning,
yearning to be understood
without talking
can't your read my signs yet?
Why even bet on us when
if I had a dollar for ever lack of understanding
then demanding better
I'd be able to afford someone to help with
your letters.
Sweater in the summer,
my discomfort mirages joy
it acts happy
it fakes growth..
and you don't question my
midnights at all.
But you don't get it.
How could you?
It's me
Not you